Yeah, I thought he was batshit crazy trying to make a 2-stroke race engine out of a HD paint mixer; but the guy did it. Anybody with THAT kind of genius is just too fucking hip for the room.
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"Valvespreengs?!? Weee donn' neeed no steenkeeeeng valve spreeengs!!!" ~ Erik Buell
In a past life, I liked to go fast and low. One day at work, another motorcycle fiend dropped a copy of Motorcycle News at my spot; the lead story had a photo of a pre-production Buell Thunderbolt. I bought one sight unseen and got a red one, SN 48. It was closer to a track than street machine and kinda rough around the edges. They were still doing ECOs two years later. And it was a joy in the turns, low and rumbly, and a home mechanic's dream to work on. I think it was the first bike that I broke 110MPH on, on a flat empty road somewhere in southern Colorado. That was 1995. I was still riding it in 2013 when I got T-boned by a teenager driving a Suburban and texting at the same time. Totaled the bike and damn near killed me.
Man, that was a fun ride.
For me, it was a shiny new Kenny Roberts Edition
GPZ1100. We had.... an unnatural relationship.
I rode the wheels off that bike several times over; literally wore it out. I punched it out 3 times; rode it one last summer and sold it when I moved. To this day, I regret not keeping it and buying new jugs & heads.
After that I got a good-paying job and a second-hand Corvette and started living the 60s iron & weekend warrior life; Pontiacs and Oldsmobiles and a 12-second '67 Chevy Nova.
I bought a 900 Ninja in my 30s... it was a completely different animal; skittish and jumpy, there was no getting a handle on it. It felt more like riding a 500 trip on nitrous (which I HAVE done) than anything I considered a proper motorcycle. I rode it for a couple months and got to where I thought I knew it... but one fast weekend on some nice twisty highways with some younger friends made me realize it wasn't the bike, it was me. I'd been away too long, I'd lost my reflexes and riding the razor's edge was the not-so-fun kind of scary... I took it back to the dealership the next morning.
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"Life is a blind run at full speed along the jagged edge of a cliff; when we're young we don't know the cliff, we only know the joy of running."